[Ménage Amour: Erotic Historical Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M]
Tessa Derbyshire believes she’s lost her soul.
Alex D’Bushey seduced her two years ago, resulting in a baby that died. When she was to marry Angel LeClare, she confessed her past. He declared her ruined and cast her out. With nowhere else to go, she returned to Alex.
Alex suspects she still loves Angel. He’ll do anything to keep Tessa, even share her. Angel longs to make amends to her, so they come to an uneasy agreement.
Tessa is shocked by Alex’s proposal. Then Angel kisses her. She discovers tenderness in Alex and passion in Angel. But the men distrust each other. In and out of bed they fight over her. Sick and ashamed to be their plaything, she withdraws. Can Alex and Angel set aside their animosity and find a way for the three of them to be together? Or will the sins of their pasts doom them forever?
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among the men.
A Siren Erotic Romance
“Good morning, Miss.”
Tessa smiled at the housekeeper. “Good morning, Mrs. Iverson.”
“I’ve set out a spread on the sideboard,” the woman said. “What with your guest, I was thinking it was best.”
Tessa glanced at the sideboard, which was laden with meats and eggs and bread. With two gentlemen in the house at present, no doubt more food would be needed than when it had been just Alex and herself. It was far from the meager portions her family had to subsist upon when she still lived at home.
“Capital idea, Mrs. Iverson. Thank you.”
“How long do you think the gentleman will be staying, Miss?”
Tessa had no notion. She opened her mouth to speak when Alex answered from the doorway.
“As long as my lady deems it satisfactory, Mrs. Iverson,” he said.
Tessa caught Alex’s eye as he strode into the room. The meaning of his words penetrated. Satisfactory. Her cheeks flamed, but she nodded her agreement.
“Very good, Miss.” Mrs. Iverson inclined her head to Alex. “Good morning, Mr. Alex.”
“A very good morning to you, Mrs. Iverson.” He crossed to the sideboard. “Lovely breakfast, I daresay.”
“I’ll see to sufficient victuals for your guest’s extended visit going forward.”
Tessa studied her teacup during their exchange. She couldn’t look at the housekeeper. Surely she knew why Angel was now living with them. If she did not, she certainly must have wondered.
After the woman left them in privacy, Tessa faced Alex. “Mrs. Iverson has been nothing but polite and kind to me these past months, Alex. Surely she knows that we are not married.”
“Of course.” Alex placed his full plate on the table and sat. “But she will continue that behavior, I’ve no doubt. She has been in my family’s employ for years, and I trust her completely.”
His conviction struck her, that worldly air that always seemed to cling to him. Would that she had half of his confidence. Perhaps some of his polish would rub off on her by the time their liaison concluded.
“You are always so certain about matters,” she said. “I daresay I cannot be in this situation.”
“What situation is that, my sweet?”
“Angel is here now,” she whispered. “Last night we…He and I…”
Alex’s brows drew together. “Do you regret last night?”
Her mind filled with images at his words. Alex, teasing and licking her until she’d screamed out his name. Angel’s huge shaft inside her, stretching her, filling her, until she couldn’t tell where they separated. He’d seemed to touch her heart as he found his climax deep within her.
“I do not,” she admitted on a gasp.
He nodded. “Then we go on as we have, Tessa.”
“But Angel said…” She fiddled with her napkin as she recalled that moment of completion he’d had with her. “Angel said it is as if we are truly wed now.”
A clouded expression crossed Alex’s face, and faint lines creased his mouth for a moment. In a flash, it was gone. She hadn’t missed it, however. Perhaps he was not quite as certain about all of this as she’d believed.
“Those words change nothing,” he stated.
She longed to question him further, but his clipped tone brokered a cessation to the topic. How could Angel’s words not change matters? She had loved him once. Her body clearly felt a connection. She feared it would not take much for her heart to fall for him again. Did she even wish for it to?
Yes, she had nearly married him six months ago. Yes, she had cried bitter tears when he’d cast her aside so easily because she had not lived up to his expectations. She did not know Angel as well as she knew Alex, however. Even after Angel’s taking of her, Alex was the one in whose arms she’d wanted to slumber.
Angel had been a comfortable warmth at her other side, though. His tenderness after their coupling had been a surprise. Oh, she was truly ruined now.
“You are worrying again, love,” Alex said.
She caught his gaze and managed a smile. “I promise to try my best not to.”
Alex grinned. “That is my girl.”
Tessa’s heart fluttered at his words. Oh, he had such power over her. It seemed as though lately more was engaged than just her body. Last night, after unbelievable pleasure had left her boneless, she’d still longed to sleep in his arms. She knew her situation was tenuous at best. Alex’s words of this morning seemed to bring that to her mind. As long as my lady deems it satisfactory. But what of Alex’s satisfaction? He was bound to tire of her. Was her enthusiastic response to Angel’s lovemaking a point in her favor? Or would he simply set them both out of his home?
She still did not trust Angel, not with his rejection still such a raw wound on her soul. At least with Alex, she knew what to expect. For the most part, at least. The devil you know, and all of that. The devil and the angel.
She feared she was condemned to live in that in-between purgatory until one or the other finally cast her aside.
Alex brought his mouth to hers and kissed her. “Ah, Tessa.”
She kissed him back, her delicate tongue stroking his, then pulled away. “You said you promised Angel.”
He laughed. “I promised I wouldn’t take you. I never said I wouldn’t kiss you.”
She smiled softly and he took her mouth again. His fingers worked at her bodice, and soon her breasts were free to his touch. Her supple flesh filled his hands, and he pinched her puckered nipples.
“Oh!” she cried.
He took one nipple in his mouth, tonguing and teething the tip until she melted against the back of the seat. He flipped her skirts up out of the way and tore at her drawers.
“Alex!” she gasped.
“Yes?” he asked, trailing his lips over the silky flesh of her inner thighs.
“You—” She gave that shiver he so delighted in, and he smelled her sweet, salty scent of arousal. “You said you were only to kiss me.”
“Yes, love. And I shall only kiss you.” He flicked his tongue over her clit. “Everywhere.”
He sealed his mouth over her pussy and started the suction he knew would send her crashing toward climax. Again and again he stabbed his tongue at her, licking and sucking and twirling as she bucked against his mouth. He was sure his balls would be sore for the rest of the day due to the deprivation, but he would taste her orgasm now.
She cried out his name in the next moment, spreading her legs wide as she succumbed. He lapped at her juices, delving greedily into her cunt as the last tremors ceased.
“Alex!” a man’s voice growled.
He lifted his head from her delectable flesh to find Angel glaring at him. His head poked into the carriage, a dark frown marring his perfect face.
Alex made a show of licking his lips and grinned. “Hello, Angel.”
* * * *
Angel felt a rage he’d never before experienced. He stepped into the carriage and shut the door with a slam, his body shaking. “You gave me your word, you scoundrel.”
Alex shrugged, then looked to Tessa with obvious heat in his gaze. Angel followed his lead and drank in the remarkable picture she made. Obviously still recovering from her orgasm, she was a lovely heap of satiation on the seat.
When he’d heard that Alex’s carriage had been spotted in the village, that he and Tessa had been seen leisurely strolling about High Street, his senses had sharpened. Seeing the subtle rocking of Alex’s well-sprung carriage had told him what he might expect when he opened the door. However, instead of finding Alex rutting on her as he’d anticipated, he saw the man giving her another glorious climax as he had last night.
“You can see that I did not take her,” Alex pointed out.
Angel’s mouth gaped, and then his eyes fell on Tessa’s pussy. It was glistening wet, both from Alex’s mouth and her own juices. Her scent was heavy in the confines of the carriage, and his cock hardened.
Alex sat back on his heels, his shaft a blatant bulge in his trousers. Angel looked at Tessa again, at her languid pose and wanton display, and an unexpected notion came to him. In a flash, he made a decision.
“Take her,” he told Alex.
Alex gaped at him now. “What?”
Angel unbuttoned his trousers. “We are both present, are we not?”
Tessa stirred, letting out a purr of pleasure as she stretched. Her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled softly at Alex. When her gaze flicked to Angel she froze. “Angel?”
He bowed his head, unable to summon a more courtly gesture. He faced Alex once more.
“Take her, Alex,” he said again. “Fuck her.”
He settled on the seat opposite and rubbed his aching cock. Alex rose to sit beside Tessa, who wore confusion on her exquisite face.
“You…You wish to watch?” Alex asked, his brow furrowed.
Angel gave a short laugh. “Hardly. I want Tessa’s beautiful mouth on my cock while you take her from behind.”
Tessa’s eyes widened, but Alex’s face broke into a wide grin, the rogue.
“My pleasure,” he said.
Angel freed his cock with a groan. “Mine as well, I imagine. If Tessa agrees.”
Tessa gave a small nod, and that was all the encouragement he needed.
The configuration of the carriage interior proved ideal for his proposal. Alex placed Tessa on his lap, her smooth thighs straddling his legs as he began to thrust up into her pussy. When Tessa began to arch in pleasure, Angel took her hands and placed them on either side of his own thighs. Her mouth was a scant inch from the head of his cock, which began to weep with need.
“Suck me, Tessa,” he rasped.
She glanced up at him for a heart-stopping moment, astonishment and lust evident in her eyes. In the next moment she engulfed the head of his cock in her succulent mouth. It was heaven.
He could tell that Alex fucked her hard, his grunts mixing with Tessa’s muffled mews of pleasure as her mouth devoured Angel’s cock. He had to support his shaft himself as her hands held her braced above him, but that proved to be no hardship. He stroked himself, aiming for the back of her throat as she bobbed her head over him. Her lips, her tongue, her teeth, all combined to make a sublime suction that drove him closer to climax. His shaft lengthened as Alex’s cries increased. Tessa trembled between them, and Angel knew all three of them were very close to the end.